The Silent Battle Before I Became a Mother

Everyone dreams of becoming a mother, but not everyone knows the silent pain behind that dream. This is the true story of how I became a mother after years of emotional struggle, societal pressure, and unexpected challenges a journey that changed my life forever.

I am a Mariam . I am a daughter, a wife, and now, finally, I am a mother. When I got married, life felt like a beautiful dream. My husband and I shared love, care, and laughter. The first year of our marriage was full of happiness. But as months turned into years and we had no child, that joy slowly faded into anxiety and silence.

One year passed. Then two. Then three. And still no baby. That’s when the questions started. “When will you become a mother?” “Why don’t you have a child yet?” “I want to be a grandmother… when will that happen?” At first, it was just curiosity. But soon, the questions turned into judgments. People changed. Their words became sharper. Their behavior colder. Some looked at me with sympathy, some with suspicion, and some with frustration as if being childless was my fault alone. Even my relatives started pressuring me. “When will you give us a grandchild?” “Have you seen a doctor yet?” They didn’t understand that every word they said was like a stab in my already hurting heart. What made it worse was that I couldn't even talk about this pain. It’s the kind of pain only another woman in the same situation might understand. But in all this darkness, there was one light — my husband. He never blamed me, never pressured me. He always stood by me with love and calm reassurance. Then, one day, I got very sick. We went to the doctor. They did tests blood, urine, ultrasound. And then, the news came: I was three months pregnant. I cried. Not from sadness but from a joy I had almost forgotten was possible. My husband was over the moon. My family was happy. And for the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe again. But my pregnancy was not easy. I was constantly sick and weak. I couldn’t manage household chores alone anymore, so I went to stay at my parents’ home. There, at least, I got the rest and care I needed. But my in-laws didn’t check on me. When doctors told me my hemoglobin was dangerously low — just six points — I had to be admitted to the hospital. I needed three bags of blood. Still, no one from my husband’s family came to see me or offered help. Then came the labor pains. It started one evening with unbearable pain. I waited for a normal delivery. 24 hours passed but nothing happened. The cervix didn’t open. I was admitted to the hospital, and finally, the doctor said they had to do a C-section. That day, I was at my parents’ home. My mother and father rushed me to the hospital. We called my in-laws my father-in-law cut the call. My mother-in-law didn’t answer. But my husband the moment he got the call came straight to the hospital. That evening, our daughter was born. My heart was full. I was a mother. But even then, my in-laws didn’t come. Not to see me. Not to see their granddaughter. Later, they said they didn’t come because we hadn’t “taken their permission” before going to the hospital. My husband stayed with me for two days, then had to return to work. My parents, my aunt they were there for me. They held my hand through everything. My in-laws never came, not even once. Later, my husband brought me to his workplace, so I wouldn’t have to stay alone. Now, when I look at my daughter’s face, all the pain seems to melt away. Her smile makes everything worth it. But the journey I took to become her mother that long, silent battle will stay in my heart forever.

This is not just my story. It is the story of every woman who waits, who cries in silence, and who finally finds strength through love and motherhood.